"Let's go in! Although it's a little dark here, there are street lights after passing through the stone door in the corner... Be careful where you step..."
In the ruins of St. Augustine's Abbey, several Ministry of Magic staff members were guiding the team inside. Perhaps in order to reduce the possibility of being discovered as much as possible, the Ministry of Magic still gave up adding lighting here, even though the surrounding roads have been cursed everywhere.
Right now, the sky has become very dark, and even the setting sun on the Western Mountain has almost completely disappeared. And inside this dilapidated monastery, it was naturally even darker. Although the Ministry of Magic employee specifically reminded everyone to pay attention to their feet, there were still a lot of low voices when someone stepped on their toes or stepped on their shoes.
Especially Ron—the step Ginny stepped on him earlier was like an omen. Now since he followed the team into the dark monastery, he had been stepped on continuously for more than ten minutes. Got six legs.
"Oh... I have to get rid of you guys, please be gentle when you walk, I feel like my fingernails are about to be stepped on and split! Everyone, be careful... little... "
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly let out another "ouch", which was so painful that the wailing sound was trembling.
But Ginny who was following him slapped him hard on the back, curled her lips and said:
"Didn't you say before that you're not afraid of getting hurt now? Didn't you say that you have some kind of 'self-healing ability'? If you can really heal yourself, it won't be a problem if you step on it!"
Although she said this, the hand she had just finished patting Ron's back grabbed the hem of his clothes and pulled him slightly in front of her, taking him back a small step.
At the same time, she couldn't help but murmured in a low voice:
"If you don't want to be stepped on, don't follow so closely! It's weird if you keep pushing forward and your toes aren't stepped on!"
"Oh...Ginny, thank you..."
Ron from the front just turned around, looking moved and wanting to say thank you. But in the darkness, all he could see was Ginny giving him a vague glance, then grabbing Harry's arm and squeezing him aside, as if she disliked Ron.
"Don't get me wrong, I don't mean to care about you! If I do, I will only care about my Harry - I just don't want to listen to you crying and howling in front of me anymore, it's so noisy!"
When Ron heard this, he couldn't help but turned his head with a sad face, and sighed at Fred, who was walking on his right.
"Look! You just said that Ginny would be nicer to me now, but you saw—"
While sighing like this, the bitterness on his face quickly disappeared, and instead he showed a slight snickering expression. Fred looked at his secretly proud look and couldn't help but make a face at him.
"Stop crowing," he whispered, "Ginny already has Harry, but what about you?"
"Oh, okay!" Ron pursed his lips and said thoughtfully, "I'm not the only one left in our family! Charlie and Bill are both single too! Oh, by the way, there's also Percy -"
"...I have a girlfriend."
Suddenly, Percy's voice came out faintly from the left.
"Well, at least there was one before I fell into a deep sleep... I plan to look for it when I enter Spiral Town later! Penello's home is near Diagon Alley, and he may be in it now!"
"Well-"
Yes, after Percy mentioned it himself, Ron also remembered it - during the summer vacation when Ron and the others were in second grade, Percy stayed in his room and wrote letters to that girl throughout the vacation. The feelings seem to be very hot.
However, it has been so long now. Will the girl who was a prefect of Ravenclaw still worry about Percy, who disappeared soon after graduation
oh! At least it can be seen from the fact that the other party has never been to the Burrow in the past few years. Percy's old relationship may be a bit unresolved!
"Okay," Ron was stunned for a moment, but finally shrugged and said, "Percy doesn't count, so Bill and Charlie are right, right?"
"Bill seems to have been corresponding with a girl?" George, who was not far away, suddenly turned around and raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that his pen pal is an enthusiastic and proactive French girl!"
"Oh no-"
This time Ron really couldn't stand it anymore.
"Bill had so many girls pursuing him, but he rejected them all. I thought... I thought..."
"Why?"
Seeing Fred's teasing expression, Ron immediately realized that he must not go any further. Otherwise, the embarrassing story about him being liked by a boy earlier should have been known to all the refugees here.
"No, no, don't look at me like that...it means nothing! Can't I just shut up?"
Before he finished speaking, Ginny behind him snickered and muttered:
"It's long overdue!"
While the Weasley brothers and sisters were laughing in the dark crowd, Hermione, who was walking further behind the team, seemed a little silent.
Of course, she didn't have a problem with Ron and their playfulness. On the contrary, she was actually very happy to see that everyone was still so cheerful after experiencing so many dangers.
However, somehow she felt at a loss for what to do in this supposedly relaxing atmosphere.
The tasks that she had been busy helping patients transfer were now taken over by the Aurors and dark wizard strikers sent by the Ministry of Magic. Not to mention her, even Harry and Neville did not need to worry about it.
And this should be a good thing for them - after all, transferring patients who cannot follow the appearance is also a quite stressful task!
"Is it because you suddenly had some free time while busy?"
Hermione thought to herself silently, and after a moment, she shook her head as if she understood something.
"No, it's more than just that... It's time to settle down in the new town, and it seems like nothing will happen to us... Is that the reason?"
To be honest, although Hermione has always worked hard, it is not always for other people, for Maka and her friends. In her efforts, there is still a part of her subconscious that holds her destiny in her own hands.
Nowadays, Haierbo's problem is still unresolved, but she probably has no way to intervene - even if Maka allows it, she probably won't allow it, because she knows that she doesn't have the ability to face Haierbo directly.
Obviously, the feeling of not being able to control your own destiny but letting others control it is undoubtedly very disturbing.
Thinking of this, Hermione couldn't help but shake her head vigorously, so that her curly long chestnut hair also swayed.
"Maka, I believe you... Yes, that's right! I believe you..."